“I need to teach you something, Madre. Now!”
I notice the twinkle in 5-year-old Neville’s eyes and I figure he’s found a spider, or another grub, and wants to teach me how to hold it without squirming . . . . or screaming. Continue reading
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A Rite of Passage
Close your eyes and think of your first school picture.
Do you remember how proud you were, sitting on that hard little stool, a dark blue or bland beige background behind you, everyone’s eyes on you as the photographer beseeches: SMILE!
When you view the photo weeks later, your parents oohing and ahhing, you wonder: is that what I look like? 
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